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Post by Moonstar on May 1, 2007 21:46:34 GMT -5
OOC: Y'know what to do, ThunerClan post in yellow, WindClan post in white, RiverClan post in blue, and ShadowClan post in black.
BIC: *Moonstar walks into the Fourtrees. RiverClan seems perfectly fine, but Moonstar looks weaker. His pelt is dull, he's lost a lot weight, and his piercing green eyes seemed to have lost their shine. He jumps onto the Great Rock, nearly slipping off. Silverstripe also enters the Fourtrees, a pretty ginger and white she-cat named Hollybrook ((will make her official later)) by his side. He seems pretty close to the young she-cat. The gray and black tabby licks her ear gently, then sits at the Great Rock's base.*
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Post by Runningfoot on May 2, 2007 15:45:56 GMT -5
OOC:ok
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Post by Graybelly on May 5, 2007 21:04:33 GMT -5
The gray tabby dully pulled himself out of his den. Tonight was the Gathering. Groaning, he went over to the patrol of ThunderClan warriors who were about to leave, not completely in the mood to go to the Gathering. However, Graybelly knew he shouldn't complain about going to the Gathering, while somewhere there was a warrior dying to go. Giving his fur a quick lick, he followed the patrol of ThunderClan warriors heading to the four oaks known as the Fourtrees.
Graybelly looked at the other Clan cats. To him the Gathering was to meet enemies, not to mingle with other cats. Suddenly he catches sight of the weakened Moonstar on the Great Rock. The leader of RiverClan. His hackles rose and he bared his teeth. The gray tabby detested and loathed RiverClan. It had been an accident, but they had killed his mate and his unborn kits. Graybelly could never forgive RiverClan. Guilty satisfaction crept through him at RiverClan's obvious weakness. Still, the intense hatred rushed through him. He stared at the ground, desperate to control his anger.
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Post by Runningfoot on May 6, 2007 18:34:47 GMT -5
OOC:will post ic later
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